Prepare yourselves, generals. The enemy is coming toward us in confident show. The red flag is flying, signifying battle. Immediate action is required.
Retreat, my lord, retreat! Mark Anthony has reached your tents, my lord! So retreat therefore, noble Cassius, retreat furthermore!
No, it was he, Messala, but now Cassius is no more. Oh, setting sun! Just as you turn red at nightfall, so in his red blood Cassius reaches his day's end. Rome's sun is set. We have had the best of our time. Ahead lies wretchedness. Our role is ended. Disbelief in my success has caused this.
No, I'm sure it has, Voluminous. You see how things are. Our enemies have beaten us into the ground. It's more honorable for us to jump into our graves ourselves than wait until they push us . Good Voluminous , you know we two went to school together. For old times sake, i beg you to hold the hit of my sword, while i run on it.
Messala: How did my master die, Strato? Strato: I held the sword, and he ran on it.
Let us deal with him as qualities deserve, with all due respect and rites of burial. His body shall lie tonight in my tent, like a true soldier, with full honor. Order the fighting to stop, and let's depart to share the glories of this happy day.